Headers in Red denote Works in Progress |
"Fuck Saint Valentine. Fuck Angelus. And fuck the power that broody wanker still holds over me. Should've learned by now…all roads eventually lead back to Sire. It would be tonight out of countless others my muddy, disjointed thoughts turn to him. The one night he treated me as I deserve. Precious." |
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Two lonely souls reconnect. |
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HOME
ON THE RANGE |
"You know, Angel, I think you would've made a good cowboy. You've got the big broody forehead that could carry off wearing a Stetson. Swap the poncy Italian trousers for some black jeans; strap a gun belt over the stomach to hide the flab and you'd fit right in propping up the bar in some one-horse town." |
HONORABLE
SONS |
It
was fortunate that the dragon had only been able to take one swipe with its
talons before it fell to the vampire’s sword. It was unfortunate that the talons
had found their mark. |
I
BELIEVE |
"What are you doing?" he asked again.
"Trying to get it out!" Spike cried. "It burns. The bleedin’ spark...burns," he moaned. "I wanted her to love me," he said, staring at the ceiling. "But I was a monster. Without the spark. I needed the spark to be a man. A man she could love. Like you. But you didn’t tell me it would *burn*!" |
NUMBER
ONE LOWEST COMMON DENOMINATOR |
Angel watched the display with increasing enjoyment. One of the things he had never tired of in Spike was his hedonistic ability to revel in sensation. Even when Angel had been hanging in chains with pokers skewering his body, there had been a small, detached part of him that had taken pleasure from the sight of Spike's delight at causing and witnessing the torture. His boy fairly glowed with life sometimes, which, for one of the undead, was a pretty mean trick. |
REWARD |
Loud thumping in his head and a feeling like all his senses
were dulled at once convinced him that yes, his heart was beating and despite
signing the prophecy away he somehow became human. The one thing he wanted for
so long, his redemption, his reward... WARNING: CHARACTER DEATH |